And--well, I think that's the best way.
"We don't all of us always get our share, Tom," resumed Dan Anderson; "we don't always get our share of the things that are for keeps; but it's the right of every man to try.

Every once in a while, by just tryin' and pluggin' along on the dead square, a fellow gets something which turns out in the clean-up to be the sort that was for keeps, after all, even if it wasn't just what he thought he wanted." "Then you'll go along ?" "_Si, amigo_! Yes, I'll go along." They parted, Dan Anderson to seek his own lonely adobe.

There he closed the door, as though he feared intrusion.

The old restlessness coming over him, he paced up and down the narrow, cagelike room.
Presently he approached a tiny mirror that hung upon the wall, and stood looking into it intently.

"Fool!" he muttered.